The machines were primitive. Of such a simple nature that even she could understand how they worked. A system of pulleys and cords lifted the weights as you pushed or pulled. It was primitive but useful when you're only looking to work one part of your body.
She lifted another heavy load off her body. She would have four Saiyan children running around with her genes buried deep inside of them now. Three of them would be routinely subjected to the same torture she often was.
Seripa stood as she wondered whether the fact that her offspring would be suffering really bothered her or whether it was just the pain talking.
She wiped off the thick layer of dust that rested on the machines as she tried to remember how many female Saiyans there were. Herself of course, Celera, and then three more on the far side of the planet, and at least five off in combat somewhere...that made an even 10 of them. It used to be that Saiyan women were valued more than anything else on the planet because they could produce more warriors. But with the technology advancing they were becoming less and less valuable and more and more outnumbered. It would not be long before the Saiyan Health Wards could create their own newborns without a mother or a father then they would become extinct like so many other things the Saiyans had driven to extinction.
It was becoming more and more clear that in ten, maybe twenty years only one half of the species would remain. Only one half would be needed. For now they would stall until the technology was created to perform such wonders as an all male race, but they all knew it was coming.
And what of the mistakes? What of the hideous things that may result if in their manufacturing they missed one critical chromosome. What of the girls. Would they be killed having lost their use? Seripa hoped so, because she pitied the life they would live if they were not. They would be constant targets for cruel, vicious Saiyans.
"Bardock? I know you're in here, don't make me come and find you." Celera toyed from just outside the open door to his lab, his third lab as she understood. She had heard that Bardock had completely destroyed two labs already. Although no one was exactly sure how or what he was working on.
She had a better idea than most. He sometimes mentioned his work whenever they talked. Celera knew it had something to do with the life force energy of Saiyans and their effects in combat and Saiyan biology, but even that she wasn't sure she understood.
Bardock's head peered out from an open door into a dark closet sized room. He was wearing this ridiculous looking object that fit around his ears and had two eyepieces like a Scouters that were tinted black. A small plastic bridge connected the two pieces over his nose. "You going to come in or what?"
She stepped into the room, "What the hell is that thing on your face?"
"Protection," he answered removing them and handing them to her for inspection.
Celera looked them over carefully. She even put them on herself and found that they fit quite comfortably. Still she fumbled with them. "How do you turn them on?" she asked as she glanced around the lab.
He seemed amused, "You don't."
"Well then how do they read what there suppose to read?"
"It's not a Scouter; it doesn't read anything. I told you it was for protection."
Even with the intense soft light Celera could see practically nothing. "Baka, I can't see a thing what the hell will this protect me from? If I'm lucky I might not kill myself trying to walk with these things on."
He laughed, "You want to see?"
Celera took the device off and threw them at him, "What kind of enemy can you be protected from by not seeing a thing?"
Bardock smiled, "it isn't an enemy that these things are protecting me from. It will be obvious what they're for when I show you something."
He placed them back in her hand and removed an identical pair from one of the many drawers in the lab. He walked back into the dark room then turned back to her and waved her closer, "Well? You coming?"
She entered the dark room with her protection in place expecting to be attacked immediately. "Great," she sneered. "Now I really can't see anything."
"There's nothing to see," he assured her. "Not yet at least"
His eyes had long adjusted to the darkness and he easily found the appropriate buttons. He entered in a series of commands and as Celera's eyes searched the room she found herself using the little light there was to make out an egg shaped machine in front of her. Bardock was to her right up by the egg where a small computer panel was.
"Something happens to Saiyans when they see moonlight, biochemically I mean. And this sets off a chain reaction of enzymes and hormones that effect the physiology and yield the form which we call Oozaru correct?"
"What???" Celera snapped back.
"Just say 'correct'."
"But if I don't understand what you're talking about how am I to know whether you're correct or not?"
"I am," he assured her.
"Then what good we'll my telling you that do?"
"Forget it; let's move on. There is something that causes the precise light frequency off the moon full to have this effect."
"And what's that?" she interrupted.
"I don't know," he admitted. "But I do know that Saiyans have a very complex life force structure composed of numerous different energy's on different frequencies."
"Alright so this whole thing is just your way of segueing back to that old a "ki blast is not just a ki blast" stuff you like so much to talk about?"
Even in the pitch blackness she could tell he was frowning. "No," he answered sharply. And then, as if commanded by his tone, the top portion of the egg began to raise.
"You have your protection on?" he asked as he slid his own on.
She nodded as light flooded the room out of the small crack that was growing as the egg moved toward the ceiling slowly. The light was extremely bright, so that even with the protection she had to wait for her eyes to readjust before she could stand it.
"Saiyans already have full control over their energy and much to my surprise can even manipulate it to different frequencies for various effects," he began again.
"Alright..."
"For example, dormant energy is less concentrated than active, because it is spread and stored through out the body, but when you power up you change that energy to it's active form and thus causing the appearance of an increase in our combat rating. They also have different purposes, dormant energy is used to power the internal organs while active is used in the muscle and what not."
"I think you have too much active energy in that head of yours Bardock, I haven't understood a word you've said yet."
He shrugged and watched the egg continue to make its slow ascension. The top part of the egg finally reached the ceiling, revealing a beautiful round ball of energy. It was pure white and was supported obviously by a force field.
Celera's muscles tensed immediately upon seeing it. Her tail unraveled from her waist a swung lazily back and forth. Then it stopped totally and grew very tense as well. She could hear the primal beating in her ears like the drums of a tribe of primitives stirring in her head. She could smell the blood pulsing in her veins and could feel the hair on the back of her neck, the light clotting on her arms and legs, and even her course mane stand on edge as if preparing for something. Her eyes grew wide to soak in what had been denied to them. The pounding continued in her brain. Demanding to be satisfied, she almost spiraled out of control with the intense sensations and color ponds in eyes were swimming in.
It was not a feeling any Saiyan forgot, ever. Celera moved to satisfy the demands and reached up to remove her protection. Bardock stopped her; he stood behind her holding both of her hands as the top egg began to return to its proper place. "You don't want to do that," he told her.
She felt almost paralyzed, so much so that Bardock practically had to carry her out of the room. Once he did he closed and locked the door behind him. Only then did Celera seem to relax. "That... that," she stuttered. "That was moonlight."
He nodded, "I have yet to perfect the technique but I think I almost have it."
"Technique?"
"Hai, I have discovered that Saiyans can change their active energy to the perfect frequency for transformation."
"You mean...we can transform without the moon?"
"Hai,"
Celera sat down, this was big. "Does King Vegeta know about this?"
"Iie," he grunted.
"Why not? It could be beneficial."
"I told you I hadn't perfected it yet," he snapped. "and King Vegeta doesn't look on failure to kindly."
"You won't fail," she said confidently.
He growled in response.
"Honestly that was amazing, but it isn't why I came."
"Alright,"
"These Scouters," she said as she picked one off the table casually. "Do they read dormant power?"
"No just active power."
"Is there a way to change active power into dormant power?"
"Of course, but for what possible purpose?"
She had to think of something quick. Luckily she had always been rather quick witted. "It may be an advantage, if you can get your opponent to underestimate you than you run a good risk for winning the battle."
He nodded, "The control over dormant and active energy is all in your mind. If you concentration on pushing your energy down I'm sure it will work."
"Ah," she agreed. "Domo Bardock, good luck with your technique."
She had signed in, but not one reading during the time she was in there was listed. At was as if the hours spent in there training simply never existed. He frowned; someone was hiding something, but then he had known that from the beginning. It was why he was looking into it.
He had decided that this, no matter how it seemed now, would not be a problem. He would not allow it to be one. He looked up at the full moon. "A few more days, and it will be a perfect full moon," he thought.
Then everything would be just fine�
